Cockroaches

Yuck, cockroaches are vile. On my way home, I had to avoid stepping on the land mines of cockroaches either
A) squirming in poisoned pain,
B) squirming in half-of-my-abdomen-is-squashed pain, OR
C) paralysed.
This was the result of the periodal fogging of rubbish chutes in the neighbourhood. I'm reminded of the many fascinating and repulsive stories and experiences with these pests. I'll share something close to my heart haha.

My parents are avid roach killers. My dad's the timeless roach hunter. He's been shooting rubber bands at cockroaches with never-failing accuracy since he was a kampong kid. There was once where I was brushing my teeth and there it was, this young, dark roach at the sink. So my dad went into the bathroom with a rubber band...and came out with the dead roach split into two at the abdomen, save the remaining bits that served as a hinge. One of its legs flew onto the bathroom floor and there was this murky green splatter marking where it had been. Yuck.

And there's my mum, the slappy roach hunter. She slaps the bugs with her shoes, so when she gets the sneaky ones, you see her slapping her shoe on the floor everywhere lol. Sometimes, she seals them in Gardenia wrappers and leave them to die in the rubbish chute. Mum doesn't believe in cockroaches being more hardy because they are two-brained since she squashes bugs entirely.

I'm glad to have my dad and mum around because it doesn't really matter that I'm afraid of them. However there was this one inevitable encounter:

This cockroach sneaked into my new sneakers then and I squashed it flat when I wore it to school. There was this tingly sensation in the sole but I never really noticed it till a break from squash playing a week later. The cockroach was partially disintegrated and absolutely dessicated. Some parts clung onto my sock while others were stuck in the seams. It was R-E-V-O-L-T-I-N-G. I almost puked, I had goosebumps and I seriously contemplated the idea of going home footless. I limped on the way home so as to stop squashing the remaining bits. YUCK.

Cockroaches are absolutely disgusting. They live in dumps, eat in dumps, and smell like dumps. They pretend to be dead in the corner even when they're being discovered. They don't have teamwork, neither do they fight to gain terrority. Even ants are much better- they are so diligent and patriotic to their own colony- though I sealed their new colonies under the staff room tiles with BluTack. The ants kept returning and tried to remove the BluTack for the rest of the day.

The moral is, I DETEST COCKROACHES. >:(

I hope the dead bugs stuck or lying around get cleaned up tomorrow. I don't want to step on them first thing in the morning!